Random Thoughts

One pen stroke and I’m back

now get the fuck out the way

this ain’t no designated

free lunch day

it’s economics

the game is flooded

too many wack fools

lock’em in a Prius and gun it

put it on YouTube

they call me KEMO

the black Latino

I step into the joint

con un chingo de mis amigos

Thug medic

soldier revolutionary

gangster teacher

microphone killer

preacher

What’s the world come to

nobody love no more

real live Cinematic futures of 84

I plead guilty to the hate

I directed at the mainstream

radio programmers love to hate me

rivers flow over city concrete

and street poets

paint a verbal picture and show it

and every day the same cycle repeats

and Street poet paint the picture again

so now you know it

my wallet says the same shit

that it ever did

Bad motherfucker

lyrics heavy to split your wig

entro con el campamento

muerto silencio

el hocico les dejo

Abierto matadores de micros

controlo el salón con la voz del indio

I just had to get that out of my system

now I’m back

more venomous lyrics

to claim a victim

I get a lot of love

from kids with backpacks

and even more love

from the ones that pack gats

They say the good die

still in they youth

to many youth incarcerated

after burden of truth

I’ve been watching

all of them crabs in a bucket

bitch and tussle

over nothing but scraps

causing a ruckus

who get the last laugh

they get in your cash

you left struggling

suffering succotash

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